In the Clover Kingdom, within the Vermillion estate, a young man was swiftly navigating the house's corridors. An air of detachment marked his expression as he thought, 'Let's get this over with.' Minutes later, he stood before a grand door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
Knock knock.
"Come in," a stern voice commanded from within, prompting the young man to enter.
Click.
As Kirsch opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of a luxurious office, complete with a library in the background. Two chairs faced the desk, which was cluttered with documents.
Behind the desk sat a man, smiling warmly. He bore a striking resemblance to Kirsch but was older, more muscular, with short, tousled brown hair and eyes framed by dark circles.
"Good morning, Father," Kirsch greeted, his memories of the man not as vivid as they once were.
"Nice to see you, son," Andrew replied, his smile unwavering.
"I hope you're doing well, though it seems you're not," Kirsch observed.
"Haaa... I know being a royal has its downsides, too," Andrew acknowledged.
"So, what brings you here?" he inquired.
"I wanted to ask if I could go train," Kirsch stated.
Andrew, taken aback for a moment—since Kirsch was known to avoid training, fearing it would mar his looks—quickly recovered and asked, "Why are you asking me? You know where the training grounds are."
"No, I mean I want to train in the wilderness to sharpen my skills before joining a magic squad," Kirsch clarified.
Another jolt of surprise hit Andrew, but he composed himself and began to ponder.
"Before you answer, I must tell you I'll need a quality sword, a tent, and about 100 gold coins... oh, and I will be on this train—"